I'll have the green beans, please

This image is a mural on a wall in Los Angeles.

Yesterday Cheri posted about dreams that seem so real they affect your emotions about the people in your dream after you awake. I commented about a dream I recently had that affected my waking reality.

Cheri's dream was about her relationship with her husband, sex, and betrayal.

So how bizarre was it that I awoke this morning from a dream where I was having a torrid affair with the husband of another female blogger??????

I won't say who it was, but let me just go on record as saying "I have never met the man in person nor even seen a photo of him!" (So, sister, let me say that you are very good at describing your man's attractiveness.)

In my dream, we didn't Do the Thang, but rather spent some illicit moments making out, then made a Date for Later.

The worst part was my growing dismay, as I awoke, that I had betrayed a friend and disrupted her marriage - and all for a little Hawt Strange. I was afraid I'd get kicked out of the Women's Colony.

[The Man I Love] is back Saturday night from a business trip. I'll have the green beans, please.

About the image - this is a mural on a wall near MacArthur Park in Los Angeles. Is it a farewell? Or a homecoming? I hope the latter.

Plush porn

When Our Son was about 3 years old he became a collector of stuffed plush animals, or "stuffies".

And like collectors who are consumed by other passions, such as antique art pottery, rare coins, or manga figurines, he saw every trip away as an opportunity to acquire another souvenir for his collection.

On one trip, we visited an Aquarium, and in the Gift Shop we bought a pink octopus. He named it Pinktopus.

On another trip, we discovered a green octopus. It was Groctopus.

Pinktapus and Groctapus played roles in the stories Our Son playacted with his stuffies. Octopi are mollusks, with mouths located at the center of their tentacles. It only made sense that Pinktapus and Groctapus kissed by smushing their tentacles together.

Our Son abandoned his stuffies around the age of nine, and the collection gathered dust on his bedroom shelves. A recent visit by a friend's two-year-old unearthed Pinktopus and Groctopus, who have been living in our bedroom ever since.

It's made [The Man I Love] and me remember Our Son's playacting tenderly. We identify with these plush octopi - I'm Pinktopus, and he's Groctopus. However, in our jaded minds, the relationship between them has taken on a racier tone.

We've produced in the Doves Today studios a dramatization of octopoidal passion, using the painstaking laborious technique of Stop-Action animation.







Please note that you must be over 21 to view stuffed octopus porn.